“I couldn’t leave Mother,” she said, turning her head so that he shouldn’t see the hurt that was all but forgotten.
The sky was beginning to darken. Something sang in their young hearts. There was no need for words. They just stood there quietly, foolishly smiling at nothing at all.
11
JUDY, AMATEUR PSYCHOLOGIST
With the exaltation of a young acolyte returning to a sacred task, Judy appeared at camp the morning following the concert.
“Now let’s feed the ducks. Who’s in charge?”
“Paul.”
Their white-feathered friends were placidly waiting at the water’s edge and after they were fed, swam out toward the middle of the pond.
The children took their seats at the long wooden table.
“Where’s Willie?” Judy asked. “I saw him just a few minutes ago.”
“Don’t bother about him! He’s a pest!”